Sylteena rested her hand lightly on the worn cover of The Chronicles of Beasts, her gaze lifting to Darian as the silence between them settled into something more thoughtful than tense.
Darian sat across from her with his legs crossed, his helmet still on, though the slight tilt of his head made it clear he was processing everything she had just said. After a moment, he let out a slow breath, the faint creak of his armor accompanying the movement as he nodded once.
"That is… a lot, Your Highness."
Sylteena gave a small nod in return. "Exactly. I have been going through different texts to try and make sense of it, to keep my options open instead of narrowing everything down too quickly. If I approach it wrongly, I may miss the meaning entirely."
Darian lifted a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it absentmindedly. "I hate riddles. They always seem simple until you think about them, then suddenly nothing makes sense."
